I figured out what was wrong with my craps game:

wrong continent.

I had two errands to do last night. First of all, my debit card got eaten by an ATM machine immediately upon arrival in Singapore. I am not quite sure why, but I was confused by the screen format and it was sending me mixed signals. In the time it took me to figure out what was going on it ate my card.

I have two other credit cards and another debit card but the backup debit card account is the one with only a token emergency reserve of money. I was thinking about alternative plans. Meanwhile, I wanted to go to the top of the boat-shaped hotel (the same one from the daytime) for night-time pictures and a drink.

Incidentally, the casino I went to on the first night is attached to the boat-hotel. I also knew that a casino can charge a credit card and return cash; the fee here was 2.3%, not an atrocious deal. So after enjoying the view at night and having a drink I headed down to the casino and took out a hunk of money for my travels. And what the hell, I didn't have anything better to do, and didn't lose (in the casino) on my first night, so I figured I'd play some craps.

There were a couple Americans at one point playing "the dark side" which in craps-speak means they were essentially betting against me. After losing few grand each they switched and started betting on me instead of against me. Earlier they insisted they were purely "dark side" players, so then they started calling me Luke Skywalker after I converted them. On an early roll, I hit the point four times; a later roll was over an hour long. (That roll was good but the statistic is a bit misleading. The casino had just opened craps 11 days ago and the dealers were VERY new. The wait between rolls was sometimes painfully long.)

I had to wake up at 6 am today to catch a bus so I *wanted* to leave the casino earlier than 3 am, but I kept winning. I suppose thats a good problem to have. Anyway, after increasing my total to 800% of my buy-in, I went home for a few hours of sleep and then woke and made my way to the bus rendevous to go to Kuala Lumpur. I made it to the meeting point 30 minutes early and I was absolutely starving. Went to this shop and they had a stack of eggs - I asked how they were cooked, and they said boiled - I was absolutely thrilled. So I sit down and they bring me a couple pieces of toast and two eggs in a mug of really hot water. I think thats odd, but in my mind the purpose of the water is to *warm* the eggs to make them taste better or something - not to cook them.

After the first egg got splattered all over my hand, I left the second one in long-enough to be what I considered sterile and then just downed it. Felt a bit like Rocky Balboa.